Shakedown Cruise

Whenever my husband and his best friend, Roy, cook something up, it usually ends in some kind of mischief.

This one was the king whopper of them all, but it turned out to be one of the most breathtaking experiences of my life, so I can't complain.

Roy and Harmon - that's my husband - have been buddies since grade school. They lined up next to each other on their high school football team, they were roommates in college, they were each the best man at their weddings and we have socialized together for the whole 17 years of my marriage.

His wife, Sharon, and I have become best of friends, and our kids are all about the same age so they're friends as well.

So when Roy invited Harmon and me to join them for an overnight sailing trip on his boss's yacht, it sounded like a fun idea. Looking back on it, I should have started getting suspicious when I saw how enthusiastic Harmon was about it - especially when he asked me to put on my white bikini under my shorts and T-shirt.

The white bikini is the one I only wear when I know our three boys aren't going to be around. It is a little whisp of nothing, with thin ties around my neck and back on top, and at the sides on the bottom. The top doesn't come close to holding my voluminous tits, and the bottom is a little bit more than a thong, but not much more. It shows off my ass quite nicely.

For a 39-year-old woman with three kids, I think I have a very nice body. Harmon sure thinks so. He's always bragging to his friends about how hot his wife is, and he takes every opportunity he can to enjoy my body.

My best assets are my tits, a glorious pair of 37Ds, with nipples that are long and fat. They weren't quite that way when we married, when I was 22, but after nursing our three kids, they never reverted back to the size they had been before.

Not only do I have a nice rack, but they are especially big considering that I'm 5-foot-4. Plus I have a butt that has just enough excess to really grab onto and a gorgeous pair of legs.

I have always been considered pretty, with all the features in perfect harmony. People say I look a lot like Shannen Doherty, the actress, but I've read where she's kind of a bitch in real life, so I don't know if that's a compliment or not. But I do have a lot of black Irish to my looks, including a smoky set of hazel eyes and a thick head of dark brunette hair that I usually keep cut a little past my shoulders.

Boys - and men - started noticing me not long after I reached puberty, because my breasts ballooned almost overnight, and I relished the attention. I first got laid when I was 13, by my next-door neighbor, who was 16 at the time, and he knew what he was doing, because he made me come over and over before he was finished.

I wasn't quite a slut in high school, but I got around. Hey, I was young, I had a lush body that the boys wanted, I liked to party and I loved sex. All in all, I enjoyed the hell out of high school, and I fucked a pretty fair number of guys the whole four years.

But ever since I met Harmon, when I was 20 and working at a supermarket, I've never really wanted anyone else. Why in the world would I? Harmon's a hunk, standing 6-2, 220 pounds and he's stayed in great shape. He works as a foreman for a construction company, and I work part-time at a curio shop.

As for sex, let's just say that I am a very well satisfied woman. Harmon is blessed with what I call "his bat," a long thick dick that he uses to drive me insane with lust. It's probably 81/2, maybe even 9 inches long, and it's fat with very prominent veins running all over it.

I almost didn't go. But something in the back of my mind said the prospect of being the only woman on a boat with three quite virile men just might not be that bad of a prospect.

I said earlier that I've never really wanted another man besides Harmon, and that's true, up to a point. But we've been such close friends with Roy and Sharon that over the years we've always engaged in a fair amount of sexy banter, and more than a little bit of flirting - and that includes between me and Sharon.

She and I frequently compare notes on the prowess of our respective husbands, and she's always complimenting me on my tits, while I always comment on how good she looks. She's a dynamite redhead with an hourglass figure and a real zest for life. I'm no lesbian, but if I ever decide to try sex with another woman, she'd be the one I'd try it with.

And Roy is a very nice-looking fellow, about 6-feet tall and well-built, both from his job in construction and from working out, which he and my husband do quite often in the garage that Roy has converted into a weight room.

Up to that point, nothing had ever happened, and the flirting has always been innocent. But Harmon and I have often talked about the possibilities of a foursome with Roy and Sharon, and of doing some casual swinging.

Harmon and I have an active fantasy life that we use to enhance our frequent sexual encounters. In addition to the possibility of swinging with Roy and Sharon, we've also gotten a big charge out of the fantasy of Harmon watching me take on other men, either in a threesome or in a group situation.

Let me emphasize this, so you'll keep it in mind when you read about what we did that weekend. I would never cheat on Harmon. Never! I love him with every fiber of my being, he's the father of my children and he's the best fuck in the universe. And I'm convinced that Harmon feels the same way about me.

But if he wanted to share me with his friends, I was more than willing to go with the flow, as long as he was a participant and as long as he was there to look after me. Harmon is a big, strong fellow, and while he's a very even-tempered person and a real nice guy, on the rare occasions when he's provoked, his anger is an awesome thing to behold. Nobody we know is going to do anything to risk his wrath.

I wasn't sure yet what was going to happen on that cruise, but I had a feeling in my gut that this was the day we were going to finally take that step and live out our long-held fantasy.

And that's just what happened, only it was much, much more than what I expected when we first set sail. I ended up getting repeatedly fucked by seven men that weekend, including my sexy husband.

They fucked me everywhere - my pussy, my ass, my mouth and my tits - over and over, and they turned me inside out and back again. I've never had an experience like it, and I'm not sure I want to do it again. But it was hellacious fun while it lasted.

Here's how it went down.

When we arrived at the dock, Larry told me that since Sharon and his wife had been unable to make the trip that I could handle their duties. We've known Larry and Diane for several years, not real well, but well enough, and he's pretty easy on the eyes, just like Harmon and Roy.

"So what are my duties on this voyage, captain?" I asked in a sort of mock bravado. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"Why, drinks, drugs and decoration," he replied jovially.

I just laughed at what I took to be a joke.

I sat on the deck next to Harmon, pulled my hair into a ponytail, adjusted my shades and off we went. It was a warm, sunny summer day, just perfect for sailing. The humidity was up just enough to make everything a little sultry, but it wasn't so hot that it was suffocating. And once we got underway, the sea breeze made conditions quite nice.

Larry was at the controls, with Roy and Harmon working the sails, as we headed into the wind and out to sea. I found a place toward the front of the boat to lie down and get some sun, and I peeled off my T-shirt to let my breasts get a little kiss of sunshine.

I had just about dozed off when I heard my husband calling for me to come join them in the back. I made my way back just in time to see Larry light up a nice-sized joint.

One of the benefits of working for a smaller company - not to mention owning your own company, as Larry does - is that they aren't as fanatic about drugs as bigger corporations, and Harmon's company and Larry's company both fall into that group.

Obviously, if someone is snorting cocaine every day, or if they're drinking or smoking pot on the job, they get concerned. But if someone wants to burn a little weed and have a few brews for recreation when their on their own time, they don't get too bent out of shape about it.

Because we have school-age kids, we don't keep the stuff around the house, but on trips like this, Harmon and I are not shy about rolling joints and getting a healthy buzz going. The fact that Larry had a full bag of some really kind herb was yet another indication of what was to come.

Pot affects me like alcohol does most women, and the combination of weed and booze is a sure-fire way to get my juices going good. I could actually feel my nipples swelling as I held the potent smoke in my lungs. After a few more hits, I went below deck to mix up a pitcher of margaritas.

I brought the pitcher and four glasses back on deck, found the cooler with the ice and poured us a round of drinks. After the second round, we were all starting to feel really good when Larry piped up.

"Well, Denise, I see drinks and I see drugs," he said. "So where's the decoration?"

"Yeah, I know how you can decorate this ship," Harmon said. "Why don't you take off your shorts so we can see your ass, honey."

I looked my husband in the eye, as if to say, "are you sure this is what you want?" He just smiled wickedly and nodded his head slowly.

I stood up, unbuttoned my shorts, let them drop to the deck and kicked them aside. I heard someone - Larry, I think - give off a low whistle as I slowly turned to let the three of them get a good look at my butt cheeks. I could feel their stares, and my pussy began to swell in response.

I mean, I'm like any other red-blooded woman. I get a rush from men looking at me lustfully, and this occasion was no different. I had three very good looking, very sexy men looking at me like a big dog looks at a prime rib, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

By this time, I had just about figured out that Harmon was going to let his friends fuck me, but what he did next was the final convincing touch.

"You know, Denise, you aren't playing fair," Harmon said, with a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. "I mean, we all have our shirts off, but you're still wearing your top. We can't have that."

He walked over to me, reached around the back of my neck and pulled the string that held up the top of my bikini. The top fell open, exposing my breasts to the lustful gaze of three horny men, then Larry reached up and pulled the string in the back until it came loose and he held my top in his hand.

I just stared at my husband as he picked up a bottle of suntan oil.

"We can't risk getting these beauties sunburned, now can we?" Harmon said. "Roy, would you like to do the honors?"

Roy just grinned lasciviously while Harmon sat back down and stared as his best friend proceeded to pour the lotion onto my tits.

I groaned as Roy's strong hands kneaded my tits, and I felt an erotic sizzle every time he touched my painfully hard nipples. My pussy was tingling as he massaged the lotion onto my creamy breasts. I opened my legs as I swayed lustfully, hoping that someone - anyone - would touch me so I could come.

Even though I could see their hard cocks in their baggy swim trunks, they didn't respond, and I understood then that they were taking things at an easy pace. That simply sent my arousal up a couple of notches, because I knew then that I was in for an unforgettable experience.

"How does that feel?" Roy asked softly.

"Mmmmmmm," I answered. "I could ask you the same thing. How does it feel to finally get your hands on these babies?"

As if on cue, Harmon and Larry slipped away to work the sails and check our bearings, but Roy stayed behind and continued to play with my tits, something I knew he'd wanted to do for an awfully long time.

There was no pretense now that he was protecting my tits from the sun. He was deliberately turning me on, and I was digging the hell out of it. I was right on the edge of a massive orgasm, and I couldn't help it; I reached down and squeezed his cock.

I grabbed the sides of Roy's shorts and yanked them to the deck, and his cock bounced upward as it was freed from its confines. I grabbed his dick and slowly worked my hand over the shaft, and it stiffened right up.

Roy had a nice big cock, not as big as Harmon, but it was still a fair-sized piece of meat. His shaft was smooth and an angry purple as I worked a big ball of pre-cum from the tip. He groaned, and I knew what I wanted to do.

I slid to my knees, getting face-to-face with his beautiful cock. I didn't fuck around. I opened my mouth and slid the bulbous head past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked and slobbered over his iron rod, licking up and down the shaft, then burying his length in my throat.

Even before I met Harmon, I was renowned for my blowjobs, and almost 20 years of getting my mouth on my husband's cudgel has refined my ability to take almost any size cock all the way into my mouth.

And I have always loved the taste of cum for some reason, and that's going back all the way to high school. There is just something about the indescribable taste, something about the texture, that has always turned me on.

Roy just gasped as I deep-throated his dick, working my lips almost to the base, before pulling back and working hard for his cum. He finally got to the point where he pulled me away from him.

"God, Denise, I don't want to come too soon," he panted. "It's going to be a long weekend."

"If you're anything like Harmon, you can get back up to speed pretty quickly," I said in a voice thick with lust. "I want to taste your cum, Roy, and I want it now. Come on, fill up my mouth with your hot cream."

With that, I slid his cock back into my mouth and worked him vigorously, and it wasn't more than a minute or two before I got what I wanted. Roy grunted hard and his cock exploded in my mouth. He must have been storing it up for awhile, because it was thick, hot and plentiful. He shot so much that it dribbled out the corners of my mouth onto my tits.

When he was finished shooting, I licked his cock clean, then I lay back, my chest heaving. I still hadn't come, but I knew that was going to happen soon.

Just then I noticed that Harmon had made his way back onto the deck. He grinned at Roy and told him that he might as well not bother trying to get his shorts back on.

"Yeah, what's the point?" Roy asked rhetorically. "As long as she's around, it's going to be hard to get my dick back in my pants."

I stared at Roy's taut butt as he moseyed off to help Larry get the boat just so, leaving Harmon and I alone. My husband knelt down in front of me, reached between my legs and squeezed my nylon-covered pussy.

"Did Roy enjoy his treat?" Harmon asked me.

"He sure did," I answered. "Harmon, I'm going to assume that you're fine with this, since you didn't object to me giving Roy a blowjob. I want you to know, then, that I plan on getting royally fucked by all three of you this weekend. If you've got a problem with that, you'd better say so now. Once things get going, it's going to be too late."

Harmon just stared at me with blazing eyes, then bent down and kissed me, hard and insistent. And the whole time his hand was gently squeezing my pussy through the damp cloth that just did cover my crotch.

"Just for this weekend, I want you to be my slut," Harmon said softly. "I've always bragged about how good you are; now it's your chance to prove it."

With that, he stood up abruptly and dropped his shorts. His big cock swayed in front of my face, enticing me to play. And play I did.

Harmon knelt back down and resumed working a hand between my legs, pressing the nylon material of my bikini bottoms into my drooling pussy. I groaned as I reached up and softly held this cock that I'll never get tired of, and it grew in my hands to its full length.

As I did with Roy, I didn't fuck around. I opened my mouth wide and slid the head of my husband's cock past my lips, until it poked at the opening to my throat.

I looked up to see that Harmon had his eyes closed tightly as he reveled in the feeling of my mouth working back and forth on his cock. I used my hand to squeeze the base of his dick and to feed his glorious meat into my mouth.

Faster and harder, I sucked Harmon's cock with an almost demented purpose, and he finally took his hand away from my crotch, put both hands on the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I looked up at my husband with complete devotion and surrender as he worked his cock back and forth in my mouth.

It didn't take long before he was groaning heavily, and I felt him swell in my mouth seconds before he fired a thick hot load of cum into my throat. This time, I managed to swallow every drop of my husband's nectar, then slid his cock from my mouth and lay back, smacking my lips with relish.

About that time, I noticed that Larry and Roy had returned to the deck and they were staring at me.

"So, did you leave anything for me?" Larry asked jovially.

"I think her pussy needs some attention," Roy said before he drifted off to check the back sails.

Roy stayed on deck to man the boat while Harmon and Larry took me below to Larry's well-apportioned cabin. I lay back on the queen-sized bed, and Larry obliged me by untying the sides of my bikini bottom and pulling them off, leaving me naked to their lustful gaze.

Harmon knelt on the bed next to me, running his hands over my hot, oily body. I was so close to coming I couldn't stand it, and my husband's hands roaming all over my body was stoking my arousal to a fever pitch.

And it seemed to be doing the same for him, because his cock was already getting hard again. Then I happened to look over at Larry and nearly had a heart attack. I just stared at something I thought I would never see, and that was a man with a bigger cock than Harmon.

Larry had slipped off his shorts, and my God, his dick was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, probably 10 inches long and 21/2, maybe even 3 inches thick. Harmon just grinned as he saw me staring.

Larry, though, was already in action. He knelt down and brought his face to my pussy and began to slide his tongue up my dripping furrow, all the way to my throbbing, bloated clit. His tongue worked magic on my cunt, while his lips caressed my labia as he drank in my essence.

Just then, my vision was obscured as Harmon straddled my chest and slid his big dong between my tits. I used both hands to mash my breasts together to deepen the valley that his cock was sliding through. His angry red head poked up from between my tits and into my mouth.

Harmon fucked my tits with a steady rhythm as I climbed higher and higher up the orgasmic mountain. Just about the time I reached my peak and squealed in climax, Harmon slid off of me, moved Larry out of the way, knelt between my legs and pushed his cock ever-so-slowly into my burning fuckhole.

I howled as I felt my husband's cock filling me to the brim, and in no time he was up to ramming speed. I wrapped my legs around Harmon's back as I humped him back with every bit as much effort as he was drilling me.

Suddenly, I sensed a presence next to me and it was Larry offering me his humongous dong to suck and lick. Honestly, his cock was so big that I could only get the head and a couple of inches of it in my mouth, but what I had I worked on enthusiastically, and I pumped the rest of it with my hands.

I could feel another climax coming to a quick boil from the hard, steady fucking Harmon was giving me, and I arched my back when it crested. I could feel Harmon beginning to hit the short strokes, because he was grunting and panting hard as he blistered my pussy with his bat.

As I screamed out in yet another orgasm, my husband stiffened, then pushed his cock as deep as he could before spewing a terrific cumshot into my womb. We clutched each other as our climax washed over us.

Finally, Harmon's cock wilted enough for him to slip it from my gaping pussy, followed by a stream of cum. He got up from the bed and motioned toward Larry.

"She's all yours, man," Harmon said, his chest still heaving. "I think I got her opened up enough for you to really bang her hard."

I felt a chill run through my body, because I knew this was moment of truth, the moment when I'd let a man other than my husband fuck me. But at that point, I really didn't care. I wanted Larry's huge cock in my steaming box, and it didn't matter that my husband was sitting on the nearby chair watching intently.

I lay back, lust coursing through my body, my legs spread lewdly. My well-trimmed pubic bush was wet with the combination of my juice and Harmon's cum, and it made me feel like the slut I was at the moment.

Larry got in between my legs and pressed the head of his cock to my opening. I groaned as his fat head passed my gates and entered my vagina.

He was going at it slow, agonizingly slow, I guess, because that's what he was used to doing. It is a myth that a woman can just lie back and accept a 10-inch cock. It takes time and patience for a man of Larry's size to get his cock in a woman. Or at least a normal woman. Problem was, I wasn't a normal woman, certainly not at that moment. I was a demented sex toy that wanted to be fucked hard by the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

Lord help me, that's what he did. He sort of growled, then shoved forward. I screamed and I saw stars as I was filled with more man meat than I'd ever had in my life.

It didn't take long before Larry had every bit of his cock in my twitching cunt, and I was rocketing along from one orgasm to another. His huge cock worked like a piston in my pussy, and I was working my hips up and down like a demon, trying to keep up.

Larry had me bent nearly in half, with my legs high over my head as he fucked me ruthlessly. I gazed over through lust-glazed eyes and saw Harmon just staring as I was fucked by one of the few men on earth with more cock than him. But he was grinning as he stared, so I knew he wasn't feeling the least bit jealous.

I'd like to say that Larry fucked me for an hour before he came. The truth is, it was only about 10 minutes before he started really jackhammering me, as my string of orgasms began to leave me gasping.

I heard Larry panting and groaning until he thrust forward hard and released a flood of semen deep in my cunt. I didn't care; I pulled him to me and we kissed frantically as he continued to pump his still semi-hard cock in my pussy.

I was still shaking and shuddering from the unbelievable series of climaxes I'd just experienced. At that point, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to last through the afternoon, let alone all night with these three studs.

Little did I know.

But I didn't have much time to ponder, because as soon as Larry vacated my pussy - leaving a gaping, cum-filled void - Roy was right there to take his place. I don't know how long he'd been watching, but he'd seen enough that his cock was back at full roar.

After the two giants that I'd just had in my box, Roy's relatively smaller cock shouldn't have done much, but he flipped me onto my knees, pushed the head of his cock to my dripping-wet cunt and plowed in with a vengeance.

I just lowered my head to the bed, raised my butt and surrendered to another wave of orgasmic vibrations that rippled through my body as Roy gave me every bit of his expertise, which was considerable. It seemed like every time he pushed his cock in me, he brushed my throbbing, obscenely bloated clit, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me.

I was just about in a state of delirium, as I crested to a powerful climax, when I felt Roy grab my butt cheeks hard. He pounded my pussy in a series of deep, fast thrusts then spewed his cumload into my cunt, which was already overflowing with cream.

I just knelt on the bed and shuddered as I enjoyed the afterglow of my climax. Roy pulled out quickly, and a river of semen flowed out of my gaping cunt and rolled down the insides of my thighs.

"Man, will you look at that," Roy panted.

"Yeah, looks like we've got us a well-fucked slut on our hands," Harmon said as he sat on the bed next to me. "Isn't that right, men."

I just looked up at my husband with lust-shrouded eyes, and he bent down and kissed me slowly, lovingly.

"Why don't you come up on deck and work on that all-over tan you've been wanting to get," Harmon said.

I smiled and let him pull me up from the bed and we sauntered up to the deck. I cannot begin to describe how good it felt to have the gentle sea breeze caressing my naked body.

I don't know that I've ever felt more alive than at that moment. I was free to stand naked under the warm summer sun, free to watch three equally naked hunks cavorting about the boat, and free to indulge all of mine and my husband's wildest fantasies.

While Roy had been taking his turn with me, Larry had gone into the galley and prepared some sandwiches, which he brought out on deck, along with a fresh pitcher of margaritas. After we ate and drank, Roy pulled another joint out and we replenished our buzz.

When that was finished, it was time for the men to work the sails, and get us on a slightly different bearing, and I took the opportunity to slather another coat of suntan oil all over my body and catch some rays. It felt so incredibly erotic to cover myself with the tanning oil, including the places I didn't usually cover.

I sunned for awhile, starting on my stomach. It felt a little weird to be lying on towel feeling the sun and wind on my naked butt, however, it also turned me on.

After awhile, I was lying on my back, soaking up the sun and thinking about what had gone on earlier, and what might transpire later, and I could feel myself getting wet and horny again.

Almost subconsciously, I slid my left hand between my legs and slid my fingers through my labia and up to my clit, which was already tingling in anticipation. I was lost in my fantasy, building to a nice self-induced climax when I saw a shadow fall over me and I sensed a presence next to me.

"What? You didn't get enough earlier?" Harmon said playfully.

I just smiled and reached up to fondle his cock, which was already semi-hard.

"Looks to me like you didn't get enough either," I purred as I stroked his cock.

I felt a trill of lust slither through my body as my husband's dick jerked in my hand. Just then I saw Larry and Roy come up, and their cocks were also in something of a state of readiness, even though Larry had slipped on a very tight pair of swim trunks.

"You guys almost missed a hell of a show here," Harmon said, as he helped me up and escorted me below, Larry and Roy trailing behind.

Harmon led me back to the bed, indicating that I should lie back, then he took a bag that Larry had handed him and tossed it on the bed next to me.

"Now you can finish what you were doing," Harmon said.

I looked in the bag and I was astounded to see a variety of sex toys and a bottle of lubricant.

"Where did you get these?" I asked Harmon, as I dumped the contents of the bag on the bed.

"They're Diane's," Larry answered. "She had them stowed on here to use, then wasn't able to offload them when she couldn't make it."

"Uh, yeah, right," I said, not believing that for a second.

But I wasn't upset in the least, because there were some things in that bag that got my pussy flowing. I picked out a wicked-looking dildo and a sizeable vibrator, and hefted both in my hands. As I caressed the foot-long dong, the men sat back in chairs, their eyes eagerly anticipating what I was about to do.

I reached my hand between my legs and found my cunt was still sticky from all the cum that had been deposited there earlier. So I took the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount all over my crotch, and, of course, I made sure the guys could all see me do it.

I was humming with lust, completely without inhibition, and I knew exactly what I wanted. I slid my fingers up my slit, exposing my pulsing clit to their view. I felt a thrill run through me as I saw three stiff, naked cocks being worked by three sets of hands.

I took the big, fat dildo and fit the head to my gash. It was bigger than anything I'd ever put in there before, and it took some time before it started to ease into my pussy. My now, I was groaning with lust as my orgasm began to climb to a peak.

Once I had a good bit of that rubber dong in my box, I started pushing and pulling it back and forth, getting it a little deeper with every thrust, until nearly all of it was disappearing into my flooded pussy. I was gasping and moaning as I fucked myself into oblivion.

Through lust-lidded eyes, I looked over at the guys, and they were staring bug-eyed at my display of carnality. Well, they were about to get a real show.

Still pumping the dildo back and forth in my pussy, I rolled slightly to my side, reached down with my other hand, spread my butt cheeks open and began to finger my asshole. It was already well lubricated both from the oil I'd used and the juices flowing from my pussy.

I heard an audible groan from across the room as I pushed one, then two fingers into my ass. I got my anus opened up good, then picked up the vibrator, which was a nice-sized piece of stainless steel, and slid it into my ass.

I looked up to see Harmon climbing on the bed, holding his big fat cock in one hand. He took the vibrator from my grasp, flicked a switch and started working it back and forth in my ass at the same time that I was fucking my pussy with the dildo.

That did it. My whole body stiffened and I cried out sharply as I was swept by a tumultuous orgasm. I shook and shimmied as I felt the twin invasion of the dildo and the vibrator.

Let me tell you, I am one woman who loves to have her ass fucked. I wasn't always that way, although I never had any real objections to the practice. I'd just never had any real desire for it.

And when Harmon first suggested that he might like to fuck my ass, very early in our marriage, I told him he was insane, that there was no way his bat would go in my butt.

But he was patient and started to use his tongue on my ass when he'd eat me out, then he'd work a finger or two in there, and I quickly found that I liked the feeling. It wasn't until he eased a dildo in there, though, that I really started to appreciate the sensations associated with anal sex.

Still, I was a little apprehensive about getting Harmon's big tool in my ass, but one night I told him I'd like to try it. He laid me on my stomach, gave my body a really sensual massage, lubed me up real good and worked my ass open until he thought I was ready, then he pushed the head of his cock into me.

At first, I thought the pain was going to be unbearable, and I almost begged him to take it out. But as I relaxed and became accustomed to his size, the better it felt. And when he picked me up by the waist and pushed his cock all the way in my butt, all hell broke loose. From then on, I was hooked.

But I was ready to take it one step further, and I think Harmon sensed what I wanted, because he had an ungodly gleam in his eyes and his cock was iron-hard.

He wasn't quite ready to give me what I wanted just yet. No sir. He apparently wanted me so out of my mind with lust that I was a squirming mass of sweat-covered flesh. He just kept drilling that vibrator in my butt as I came again and again and again, until my mind was truly blown.

I was gasping and panting in supreme pleasure when Harmon whispered in my ear. "Tell us what you want, honey," he said in his most seductive voice.

That was Harmon's cue. He pulled the vibrator out of my ass and lay down behind me in a spoon position. He put the head of his cock at the opening to my ass and pushed it slowly, but firmly, all the way in.

I howled as another orgasm came to a head just from the feeling of my husband's hard fat meat thrusting into my rectum, and I begged him to fuck my ass hard.

But he and I both knew what I really wanted. And after he got going good, after my latest climax peaked, he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I managed to get my feet under me so I could better ride Harmon's cock and also open my legs to expose angry pink pussy, with the fat clit open for inspection.

I looked out and saw Roy and Larry just staring at where Harmon and I were joined, their fists steadily working their cocks.

"Roy!" I gasped. "Come on and stick your cock in my pussy. I want you and Harmon to sandwich me, baby!"

Roy didn't need any further encouragement. He knelt between my legs and slid his cock right up my pussy without the least bit of trouble.

The moment I felt Roy's cock complete the double penetration, I completely lost it. I felt another climax explode through my body and it was followed by another one and another one.

I had always heard and read about women having multiple orgasms, but it had never happened to me before. But it was happening now, and I just let myself be swept along on the orgasmic tide as Harmon and Roy double-fucked me with a strong, steady rhythm.

I felt the bed give way next to me, and looked over to see Larry's huge cock at my face. I eagerly gobbled up as much of his meat as I could, working my tongue around his fat shaft while he pushed it back and forth in my mouth.

I sucked on Larry's cock, while I worked my body around the two cocks that had me skewered. After a minute or so, I pulled Larry's cock out of my mouth and rubbed the leaking head all over my face. I wanted to be consumed by these cocks that were giving me unbelievable lust.

I was lost in the ozone as my trio of studs fucked all three of my holes at once, a true triple-penetration that I had only fantasized about before.

It was all too much. Larry was the first one to lose it. I heard him cry out, then he ripped his cock from my mouth and shot a geyser of cum all over my face. It was like one of those facial porn movies. He left cum streaming across both my eyes, across my nose, my lips and down my chin.

One final orgasmic spike roared through my body as I felt a big glob of cum drip from my chin onto my tits, and I jerked from head to toe. Harmon was the next to come and he slammed my ass down hard onto his abdomen and buttered my ass with his hot sauce. Seconds later Roy followed suit, sending a flow of cum deep in my pussy.

Groans of requited lust filled the cabin as the guys emptied their balls in me and on me. And that's the last thing I heard for awhile. I dimly recall Roy pulling his cock out of me and Harmon rolling me to the side so he could crawl out from under me, before I passed out.

It seemed like I was only out for a couple of minutes, but when I woke up it was dark outside. I looked over at the portable alarm clock by the bed and saw that it was almost 10 o'clock. I had been out for almost five hours.

The next thing I noticed was that we were stopped dead in the water and there was some kind of party going on above. I heard rock music from a boom box and voices that didn't belong to Harmon, Roy or Larry.

I got up slowly and peeped through the porthole and saw that we were lashed on to another sailing vessel, and everyone was apparently getting along splendidly, although I couldn't see up on the deck. I was still feeling pretty rough at that point, and felt like I needed to freshen up before meeting any new strangers.

My mouth was dry, I had to pee and I had dried, crusty cum on my face and drying, gelid cum between my legs, plus I was sticky and smelly from sweating so profusely.

I noticed that the head had a rudimentary shower set up, so I grabbed soap and a towel and got cleaned up. The shower was pretty basic, working off gravity. There appeared to be a tube that ran from a water tank somewhere on the deck down to the shower stall. I turned the spigot and got a nice flow of water. It wasn't hot water, but after sitting in the sun all day, it wasn't cold either. It felt great.

When I got out of the shower, I saw Harmon sitting on a chair with a plate of food and a cold beer. It seems the other boat had laid in some pasta and other heavy snacks, and he'd fixed me a plate. What a dear.

"I thought you were out for the night, but when I came down to check on you, I saw the bed was empty and heard the shower running," Harmon said. "I figured you were probably hungry and thirsty, so here you go."

We chatted casually while I ate. Turned out the other boat belonged to a sailing buddy of Larry's named Alan, and he had three of his friends on board with him. I let a slow smile creep across my face at the thought that four more men had been added to the equation.

I finished the plate and polished off the beer, and Harmon handed me another one from a small cooler he'd brought down with him. As I dug in my bag for something to wear, Harmon pulled out a half-smoked joint, which we shared, just the two of us.

I decided on a snug tank top that didn't quite cover my belly and a thin wrap. I wanted to be easily accessible in case things went as I expected they would. As we smoked the potent herb down to a roach, I looked at my husband and he grinned back at me.

"Harmon, I was put on this earth for the express purpose of pleasing you," I said softly, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him to me. "This is all for you, all for your pleasure. I hope you understand that. I wouldn't acting this way if it wasn't what you wanted."

"Oh, I do understand, sweetheart," Harmon said. "I've always wanted to see you like this. And I love you all the more for being willing to do it. Believe me, none of this would have happened if you'd put up the least objection. You're a very special woman, Denise, and I love you. Now, let's go have some fun."

My big tits swayed seductively, showing clearly through the thin material of the shirt as we climbed up to the deck. A big cheer arose from the assembly that was gathered drinking beer as I emerged on deck. Everyone was feeling quite good, but nobody was trashed, which was a good sign.

I looked around as I sipped a beer and took in the ambiance. All the sails on both boats were tightly furled and there was a big, nearly full moon casting a silvery glow upon the water, which was perfectly still.

I was introduced to Alan and his friends, John, Ernie and Greg. Alan appeared to be slightly older than us, but the other three were about our age, maybe a little younger, and they were all good-looking and appeared to be quite affluent.

I guess this is a good time to answer the obvious question about having unprotected sex with men I'd never met before. Well, to begin with, I knew Roy and Larry were clean, and I figured that Larry could vouch for Alan, and Alan could do the same for his crew.

Besides, I figured that anyone rich enough to afford a boat like the one Alan had was smart enough to avoid any sexually transmitted diseases. Sure, it was a calculated risk, but so is driving on a busy freeway in the middle of the afternoon.

You only live once, and I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to live out a juicy fantasy just because no one had any condoms. Oh, and I'd had my tubes tied after our third son was born, so there was no chance of me getting pregnant. As far as I was concerned, as far as my husband was concerned, I was free to do anything I wanted with anyone I wanted.

Harmon and some of the others drifted off to other parts of the boat, or across to the other boat, leaving me alone on the deck with Larry and John, who were apparently good friends. The three of us smoked another joint while we nursed our beers.

Larry was sitting next to me on the deck, leaning back against a bulkhead, and he started massaging my shoulders as we passed the joint around. When it was finished, he got up on his knees and really started to work on my shoulders and my back, and I quickly started getting aroused again. John noticed what Larry was doing and looked over at me.

"Hmmmmm, that looks inviting," John said. "Would you mind doing me? We've done a lot of tacking today and I'm a little sore."

I liked the double meaning of "doing me," and I had my doubts about John's sore muscles, but he sat down between my legs and I began to knead his shoulders and his back. He was a blond man of about 35 with a broad, muscular chest and a stout build.

As Larry worked on me, he started to play a little bit, working his hands around to the front to caress my tits, and every time he did, he'd run his fingers over my fat nipples, sending shock waves of lust coursing through my body.

I could feel my juices starting to flow, but I wasn't quite ready to let John know what Larry was doing to me.

However, when Larry reached down and pulled my shirt off, I had to take my hands off John's shoulders for a moment, and he looked back to see why I'd stopped his massage. Needless to say, his eyes bugged out at the up-close view he had of my breasts, capped as they were by my rock-hard nipples.

He just turned back around silently and I resumed working on his muscles, and Larry continued working on me. Larry was still massaging my shoulders, but he began to spend more time caressing my tits, and I started to get really horny.

Without even thinking about it, my hands reached around to touch John's virile chest. I rolled his pebble-like nipples around as I worked my hands over his chest and down his stomach. I knew it was getting to him because he started breathing heavier and he had to adjust his legs to account for his growing cock.

Suddenly, I felt Larry's huge naked cock dry-humping my back, smearing pre-cum all over my skin. I reached down and grabbed John's cock through his shorts and began to work my hands over what appeared to be a decent-sized piece of meat.

The head of John's cock poked up from the waistband of his shorts, wet at the tip and very enticing. He groaned as I squeezed his thick cock.

"I want to see it," I whispered in John's ear.

He swiveled around so that he was facing me and spread his legs. I pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, hard and ready. His cock was about the same length as Roy's but a little fatter and it looked delicious.

I got up on my knees, bent over his midsection and vacuumed his cock right into my mouth, no muss, no fuss. I worked my lips over his shaft until the head of his cock was poking at my throat, and that was my cue to start working my mouth up and down in a steady, vigorous motion.

Of course, in this position my butt was in the air, and Larry seized the opportunity. He flipped the wrap away from my ass, slid his fingers through my juicy pussy several times, then pushed his huge dick into me.

Now that he knew what I wanted, he didn't try to ease his way in, but he didn't ram it in either. He just pushed it slowly and evenly right up my gash until I felt his pubic hairs tickling my ass. I just worked my hips back and forth in rhythm to the easy thrusts from Larry's cock, and I was soon on a fast train to a climax.

All the time, I worked my mouth up and down on John's trembling cock, and he was pushing up with his hips, trying to drive as much of his meat into my throat as he could. I could tell he was on a short trigger from the way he was moaning, so I concentrated my efforts on extracting his cum.

Within just a few minutes, his body stiffened, he lurched upward and spewed a hot, thick load of cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop before releasing his sated cock. He got up, pulled his shorts up and thanked me, before walking off to rejoin the party.

That left Larry still fucking me leisurely from behind, and he bent over and cupped my tits in his big hands, sending shock waves of lust throughout my body.

But we weren't alone very long. John must have spread the word to his buddies about the brunette with the big tits who'd just given him a first-class blowjob.

I was working my hips around Larry's cock, my head down and my eyes closed as a very nice climax washed over me, when I sensed something in front of me. I looked up, opened my eyes to see Ernie and Greg standing in front of me with their shorts around their ankles and their hard cocks in their hands.

I shooed their hands away and replaced them with mine, then brought them both to my lips. Ernie was on my left and Greg on my right, and I slid Greg's cock into my mouth first. He was a perfect fit, and I was able to suck him all the way to the root in one long, screaming plunge.

He gasped in pleasure as I worked my mouth back and forth, taking him deep in my throat then pulling back until just the head was in my mouth. I grinned as I took him out of my mouth and slashed my tongue up the underside of his shaft, then turned my attention to Ernie.

He was a little bit bigger than Greg, so it took me a couple of sucks before I was able to get him all the way in my throat, but soon I was humming along nicely with his cock jammed into my throat.

I was feeling so slutty! I had a cock in my mouth, one in my hand and a really big one pumping in my twitching, dripping cunt. I was soaring back toward another climax as I let these three men push their cocks at me. Occasionally, I even brought both cocks to my mouth at the same time, working both heads past my lips.

Like John, it didn't take Greg and Ernie long before they were panting hard and their cocks were trembling in the precursor to an orgasm.

I concentrated on Ernie first and worked my mouth hard to get his cum, and I was quickly rewarded for my effort. With a grunt, he pushed his cock all the way into me and fired a huge cumload straight into my stomach.

I swallowed all of his tasty cum, then turned my attention to Greg, and he quickly followed suit, filling my mouth to overflowing with his hot cream.

Feeling the two cocks giving me their cum sent me rocketing to another orgasm, and I slammed my hips back to get Larry there with me.

And he was ready. He gripped my hips hard with his hands and really pounded my pussy with his 10-inch pleaser. We were both gasping and moaning as we hit the hard strokes, and just about the time my body convulsed in a terrific orgasm, Larry lurched forward, jerked hard several times and came deep in my cunt.

We both shook and shimmied as we felt the orgasm flow over us. Finally, Larry's balls were empty and his sausage fell away from my slack pussy.

Larry helped me up, then retrieved my tank top. He escorted me to the back of his boat, where Alan and Harmon were quietly chatting. My nipples were still rock-hard and I was getting a rush from the feeling of Larry's cum dripping from my well-fucked cunt.

Harmon smiled at me as we approached and I gave him a quick kiss. I was having the time of my life and he needed to be thanked. Just then Alan spoke up.

"Would you like a tour of my humble vessel?" Alan said with mock suavity.

I cast a quick glance at Harmon and he just gave me a wink. I knew what Alan was after, and I didn't mind a bit. He was quite handsome in a fairly reserved sort of way, but he was well-built - hell, everyone I encountered that night was a hunk in some form or fashion - with a winning smile. I could see why he was a success in business. He had a way that could make an Arab buy sand.

He took my hand as we crossed over to his boat. It was bigger and quite a bit nicer that Larry's ship and we walked in silence back to the short steps that led down to his cabin.

I was quite impressed. It was richly apportioned, with a bar and a stereo. I sat on the king-sized bed while Alan fixed me a drink and found a radio station that was playing soft classical music, a welcome change from the rock-and-roll that was blasting away on Larry's boat.

Alan sat down next to me and we talked about nothing in particular. I wasn't sure what to make of him. He was very self-assured, but he was taking it real slow with me. I was soon to learn that he was one of those men who start slow, but finish fast.

As we chatted, he was constantly lowering his gaze to my tits, which were threatening to break a hole through the material of my shirt, and I kept returning my eyes to the growing bulge in his shorts, and a very nice bulge it was, too.

Suddenly, he reached over and gently pinched one of my nipples, then the other one, sending ripples of lust through my body and down to my crotch. He followed by getting his hands on my tits and gently squeezing the voluminous flesh.

"You have the most beautiful set of breasts I think I have ever seen," Alan whispered, and I just melted.

He pulled my shirt up, bent his head down to suck and lick my tits, and I threw my head back and let the feelings of passion rocket through me. As he worshiped my breasts, one of his hands slid down between my legs and he began to fondle my swollen, still-dripping wet cunt.

I moaned in complete surrender, and after a few minutes, he stood up and dropped his shorts, revealing a very nice cock. It was slightly smaller than Harmon's, but it was fat and had an unusual spear-like head. And it was hard as a rock and leaking profusely, with tendrils of pre-cum hanging from the tip.

I didn't need to be asked. I pulled my shirt off, untied my wrap and lay back naked with my legs spread in anticipation.

Alan didn't bother with foreplay, and I didn't need it. He knelt on the bed between my legs, and I took his cock in hand and aimed it at the entrance to my pussy. Once he got the big head of his cock in me, he lunged forward and his dick slid right on in.

As he started to fuck me with nice, steady strokes, I lifted my legs in the air, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and got right into it with him. God, I couldn't believe how easy it had become for me to let another man fuck me. All these guys had to do was show me a hard cock and I was ready to rock and roll.

And Alan was proving to be one of the best. He quickly got into a hard, fast rhythm, and every time he pushed his cock into the deepest part of me, his fat head brushed my G-spot, sending me into orbit. I was gasping, panting and humping like a madwoman as he drilled me with precision.

We couldn't keep this up long without something cracking, and what cracked first was my climax. I bucked and shuddered as I was consumed by a massive explosion of lust, and Alan was right behind me. He plunged forward hard and grunted loudly as he shot an unbelievably thick, hot load of cum deep into my womb.

Alan slid his cock out of me quickly, and it was only then that I noticed that the rest of his crew had wandered in. John quickly took up his position between my legs and rammed his cock home with authority. He picked up my legs and worked his cock back and forth at a measured pace, fucking me hard and steady.

As he fucked me, I felt another climax swelling to a head, and as it quickly crashed over me, my thrashing was all it took for John to lunge ahead deep and shoot his cum into me.

He slid away, and his place was immediately taken by Greg, whose thick cock sent me into paroxysms of passion. I could feel cum pooling under my butt, and that gave me a huge erotic thrill, which, naturally, sent me over the top in yet another climax.

My mind was a swirling maze of sexual sensations as Greg fucked me through another climax and another one after that before he added his cum to the thick flow that was running freely out of my cunt onto the bed.

Ernie was next, and he was ready to pound my pussy hard and fast. I was beyond caring at that point. I just wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked. My body was covered in sweat as Ernie fucked me with a barely controlled fury. It wasn't that he was angry, but he was just in the grip of the same all-consuming lust that I was.

It was truly a feeding frenzy now. When Ernie finished shooting his load, I noticed that Roy and Harmon had arrived.

My husband had shed his shorts and his bat was sticking out red and angry. I gasped as he flipped me onto my knees and rammed his cock into my gushing pussy hard from behind. Roy moved to my head and I gobbled his cock to the root as though I was going to extract his cum the hard way.

I sucked and slobbered on Roy's cock while Harmon fucked me just the way I wanted it - hard and fast - no quarter given, no quarter asked. As I worked my delirious body around my husband's gorgeous cock, I felt my hands being filled with cock, and looked to see that Alan and John were kneeling on either side of me. I stroked their cocks in my fists at a smoldering pace.

Harmon was in some other part of the universe as he fucked me hard, fast and long. Roy thrust his cock deep in my mouth for one, two, three deep sucks, then he wrenched it from my mouth and sprayed my face with cum. I howled as another climax hit me then. I shook with all of the passion I had left to give.

As soon as Roy staggered away, Alan took his place, only instead of putting his cock in my mouth, he slid forward until his cock was firmly buried between my tits. I got the message real quick, and jacked his cock easily with my breasts.

Watching me give another man a tit-fuck was apparently the trigger for Harmon to finally climb over the top. He pumped me hard several times, then added his cum to the flood that was being squeezed out of my pussy, then he pulled out and laid the last couple of spurts right on my asshole.

My head was spinning, but I wasn't finished yet. As soon as Harmon fell away, Greg was right there with a renewed hard-on. He put the head to my red ass and pushed it forcefully in. I squealed in demented delight as Greg quickly began to fuck my ass with a rich motion that sent me soaring into space.

I was losing touch with reality, but there are plenty of parts I remember. I recall Greg roaring as he filled my ass with cum, and Alan was close behind with his cumshot, covering my tits with his hot sauce.

John was right behind him, filling my ass with his meat until he added his cum to the load in my butt. And that led directly to the final crashing moment, the absolute climax of the evening's festivities.

The cabin was warm with the body heat of eight people, and the friction that was being produced by the sexual circus that was going around me. I was a sweaty, cum-filled wreck, barely hanging on to my sanity at that point, all but unconscious.

As I knelt on Alan's bed, my chest heaving from my exertions, I felt Roy slide under me and position himself between my legs. He thrust his cock up my flooded canal and I threw back my soaking-wet hair as another climax tried to work its way to the surface.

Then I felt a pair of big hands on my ass. I looked back and Larry was aiming the huge head of his cock at my ass. Any other time, I probably would have objected, simply because he was so big. But I'd been fucked so open back there, and I was so delirious with lust that I urged him in a croaking voice to, "stick that King Kong dick up my ass and fuck me! Break me in half, motherfucker!"

And that's just about what he did. God, I don't know if there is any way to describe how it felt to have Larry's cock up my ass. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience as he slid that humongous dick into my flooded rectum.

I just completely came unglued when he finally got every inch of his cock in my backside. I howled, I cried, I moaned, I laughed, I screamed as Larry and Roy double-fucked me on Alan's bed. I managed to look around through blurry eyes, and the other five men had surrounded us and were all stroking their cocks.

I motioned feebly for Harmon to come over so I could suck his cock. He knelt on my left side and pulled my head to his red, chapped cock. I don't know how he managed it, after all he'd been through that day, but his cock was fully hard again. He filled my mouth with his cock, and I sucked him for awhile, then Alan came on my right side and I sucked his cock.

Back and forth I went from one cock to the other, my mind a blown-out shell. I had no conscious thoughts, just the overwhelming feeling of a never-ending climax.

Finally, just about the time I completely lost touch with reality, I felt Roy and Larry start to fuck me harder and faster, working me like a machine until they gasped hard and shot whatever was left in their balls deep in their respective holes.

They had no more rolled me over onto the bed, on my back, when I felt a rain of cum cover me. Harmon and Alan shot a couple of strings of cum over my face, and John, Greg and Ernie covered my tits and my belly with thin ropes of semen.

I could feel myself falling into a dark hole, and I barely recall my loving husband picking me up in his powerful arms and carrying me back to Larry's boat, back to his cabin, where I immediately fell into a deep slumber.

It was almost noon the next day by the time I woke up, and we were well underway, within sight of land. My body showed stark evidence of what I'd put it through the night before. It seemed like every muscle I had was sore, my face and chest were sticky from dried cum, my lips were chapped, I had red marks and a few bruises on my torso from where I'd been manhandled, and my hair was a sticky, tangled mess.

But that was nothing compared to the conditions between my legs. My pussy was red and puffy, and my asshole was sore and swollen. Incredibly, I still had thick, moist cum oozing slowly from both holes. Not only that, but my clit was still tingling. I think if someone had showed up with a hard cock right then, I'd have simply rolled onto my back and let him fuck me again.

However, that notion died when I saw the condition of my husband. I almost had to laugh out loud when he came down to check on me. His eyes looked like a road map of New York City and you could have packed a small family with the bags that hung from his sockets.

"Do Roy and Larry look as bad as you?" I asked with a chuckle.

He grinned that grin that always sends arrows into my heart and answered as he bent down to give me a quick kiss.

Harmon helped me up and got me into the shower where I could clean up a little bit before we landed. We didn't talk much in the remaining time we were on Larry's boat, since I was busy getting dressed and Harmon was helping Larry and Roy get the boat into the marina.

After we'd docked, and said our good-byes, my husband and I wrapped our arms around each other's shoulders as we walked to where we'd parked our car.

"So, how do you like your slut now?" I repeated the question I'd asked him the night before.

"You're still the most unbelievable woman I've ever met," Harmon said with a laugh. "I guarantee Alan and his crew won't ever forget you. Neither will Larry and Roy."

"Speaking of which, I think I'm going to call Sharon," I said, looking up at my husband with a wry grin as we reached our car and prepared to return to the real world. "We owe her one."